the chronicles of a dreamer playing house

Wrapped Around Your Finger: Exit Music

As the DJ played our last few songs, I saw MIL Ladyfingers going around the deck, passing out our farewell bells. I didn’t really think much of it, until our catering manager went rushing after her, intoning, “Nonononononoooo!” I guess she’d seen the trays of bells and just thought it would be nice to hand them out to people.

Eventually, though, it really was time to ring our bells as we left the venue. Our farewell bells. As in, farewell, because we’re married… and the wedding, it’s over. Just like that!

It wasn’t until I saw these pictures that I realized we didn’t even really make our big exit together! Apparently Mr. Ladyfingers got caught up talking to his mom on the way down — and I was too self-absorbed to wait!